There he is
that tall drink of water
his voice
smooth
each word awakens in me
like molten fire
those eyes
oh how I could swim in them
to find the place
that is his heart
his center
my brain hurts
trying to wrap our bodies together
oh the things he could do to me
I remember
those hands, long, tapered fingers
large hands that makes me wonder if….
yes if…..
I scan his body
that firm, taut mass of muscles
as he moves
ever
so…
“oh…...”
my heart goes pitter patter
p-i-t-t-e-r p-a-t-t-e-r
his eyes seeks mine
and I smile at him
he’s mine